I'VE BEEN RAIDING MY MOM'S PANTY DRAWER FOR 12 YRS
NOW.OH GOD! HOW I WISH ALL THAT SEMEN WAS PUMPED IN HER LOINS INSTEAD OF ON HER PANTIES & GIRDLES....I KNOW SHE KNOWS..BY HER WINKS IWONDER WHAT SHE THINKS
EVERYTIME SHE FINDS HER SONS CUM SPLATTERED ON HER UNDIES? I THINK SHE'S FLATTERED TO BE DESIRED SO..

been watching nothing but shemale porn for the past few weeks. i got bored of lez & st8 porn. something about a shemale gives me the biggest hard on. my favorite videos are threesomes of 2 shemales and 1 female. 6 tits!

i came 3 times to that vid.

I love cock & need it bad! Get so horny and like knowing people are look at my pics and jacking their cocks - Would you Like to fuck me in the ass? Be nice, if you get to try it youll like it! I'll even suck it after and you can blow you load all over my face, i like that. love being a dirty little sucky/fucky slut

Like the AMP Energy. Hard to find though.
Love the COCK. Makes me hard Bro.

Only ever popped off premature once. Never had a wet dream, which I kinda regret. Never came in my pants.

I had a friend who did though, while we were watching an old Swedish Erotica clip at a bachelor party back in the day. Back then you still needed a screen and a projector. Pat had never had a real girlfriend, had never gotten a handful, not sure he’d even kissed a girl. The movie was on and we were all shouting at it like we knew what we were talking about. Sticks in my mind that it was an old Seka loop (this was the early 80s) and she was about to get it in the ass. Just as the heavily-mustachioed ‘hero’, parted the posterior of his equally hairy companion, you heard Pat say, “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Fuck!” and off he rushed. We teased him unmercifully, although we were no doubt hard as stone as well.

It started out as an easy day. Kansas in the summer. Hot in the morning. Hottest in the afternoon. Hot all night. I finished mowing the lawn and was walking down the to gas station for a ‘pop’. There were girls and young women laying out on a couple of lawns taking advantage of the morning sun. To a youngster like me, it was like viewing heaven and I was hard all the way to the pop machine and back. But you’d better believe I took the same route home.

The swimming pool opened at 1 and I spent the day at the pool. More swimsuits and sun-tanned flesh. Bikinis. One pieces. Lifeguards. Our regular lifeguard was a beauty named Julie and she had this light pink bikini that I could describe to you still. It was almost transparent enough for you to believe that it was. To this day though, I’m sure I could describe her patch to you, so maybe it was more transparent than I remember. Fuck. Hard off and on all afternoon and all the way home on my bicycle.

Home in time for dinner. No time to jerk off. Talk about a build-up. Looking back at it now, if I knew then what I know now, I would have assumed that if I came at that moment, I’d be completely dehydrated.

That evening I had to work at the concession stand at the local ball diamond. Softball double-header. There were usually of couple younger people, like me, and a couple of older people. That evening one of the teachers from the local elementary school was on. Mrs. Barker. We used to sit up in my buddy’s old treehouse and watch her sunbathe on her deck, which she thought was invisible to the rest of the world, so she sunbathed naked. She didn’t know about the treehouse. Man. Every time I brushed against her that evening, and it wasn’t always an accident, I was hard. Being as old as I am now, I wish it was still that easy.

I was so amped-up and so miserably horny that I rushed out before we were done cleaning up. Fumbled some excuse about not feeling well and bolted.

There was this little bathhouse just past the outfield, but the man was locking it up so I ran over the bridge over the creek and started through the trees to head up the hill to this little shelter, an old, stone, WPA-built picnic shelter thats table was long since gone. I knew that all it would take was a few strokes and I’d be fine.

My cock was banging up against my belly and I could feel each step in my balls as I ran. I was picturing Julie without her bikini and Mrs. Barker without her shorts and t-shirt. I was picturing those young women on the lawn asking me to join them. I was picturing all kinds of things as I rounded the corner into that picnic shelter and dropped my shorts.

And there, like a live-action porno movie, three feet from me, was a guy I knew from the local mechanic shop where my folks had always taken their car to be serviced.

I can still picture it. Like me, his shorts were down. Kneeling in front of him was Tina, someone I knew a little but we didn’t run with the same crowd so I didn’t know her well. She was a mousey, quiet type, lean and angular, with a bookworm’s reputation and who had never gone to school dances when we were in the same school.

She was wearing cut off denim shorts, flip flops, and a softball jersey. The jersey was unbuttoned and pulled back and I could see the curve of her breasts. I could also see Junior’s calloused, mechanic’s fingers were tangled in her hair and it was obvious that his cock was in her mouth to the root. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and were clutching at his ass.

He looked up and grunted, “What the fuck? Hey! Val! Hey!”

The one of her eyes that I could see met mine and she went down a little further on what must have been a very hard cock. I didn’t actually see her grin but I’ve always felt like she did.

And then, like my friend Pat, I stuttered, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

I can’t begin to tell you how much I came. I didn’t touch myself and no one touched me. But I came all the same. Long, ropey streams of which I can still picture. I hit her softball jersey, her hair, his hand, her face, his leg, and the tops of her thighs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Bobbing down quick, I grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and yanking them up over my still dripping, still hard cock, I muttered, “Oh hey! Hey, Junior. Tina. Sorry!” And I ran.

That night at home, in bed, with the lights out, I came again. And again the next day. That night I made a call.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is Tina there?”

“Yeah, Tiiiiiiiiina! Get your ass over here! Phone’s for you!”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tina, it’s Val, I was wondering . . . “

“No. I’m not busy tonight. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Ummmmm, maybe we could . . . “

“Sure. Pick me up at 8?”

“I . . . “

She’d already hung up.

I rolled my old Ford up to her house a few minutes early and she was already on the porch. Dressed exactly the same as last night. Might even have been the same softball jersey.

“Hey, Val!”

“Hey.

“Junior’s pretty pissed at you. You know why, right?”

“Because I came on his hand?”

“Because you came on his hand. And his shorts. And his leg. And then you ran off.”

“What were you doing with Junior, anyway?”

“He has a nice dick.”

“He’s twice your age.”

“He has a nice dick.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Into what? Sex? Older guys? Dick? I like dick and it likes me.”

“I guess I just didn’t know.”

“I keep my head down and my mouth shut. That’s how bad reputations get started.”

I laughed. “You do NOT keep your mouth shut!”

“And you’ll know exactly how much I don’t, as long as you keep yours shut. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I took 20mg of Cailias this morning and ended up with a 5 hour boner that would not go away. I went to one AMP and fucked a girl and still walked out hard. I went to another one and mamasan looked at my cock sticking up on my shorts and laffed and said I got nice girl for you. I fucked her and was still hard so I asked her to send in another girl and fucked her and was still hard. I finally went to the emergency room where they stuck my cock with a needle and drained the blood out and my hardon went away.

It was an awesome day!!

I tried e-stim with my stereo amp .. i feel like maybe I caused some damage and my eye now twitches. I gotta say it did feel good! Fuck It, who need to be able to see?

I was the best Thanksgiving I have had in 30 years. I finally got rid of the 200 pound hippo known as my ex-wife. No more God awful turkey dinner with family as my kids hate me for dumping my ex.

Woke up and watched the Macy's parade while in bed. Played with my dick some. Made a nice breakfast, cleaned up. Then I headed to a AMP and got a really great happy ending massage. Went home and watched some football. Then headed over to the nude strip club. The place was empty of customers so I had my choice of girls. I chose this hot young blond girl and went back to the VIP and got a hot fuck. I even got her cell number and she told me she wanted to see me outside of the club where she could get more wild. Went home and took a nap and overdosed on TV the rest of the night. No kids or wife to bitch at me it felt like heaven.

i confess i'm at my wits end. i can't stand my neighbor playing his guitar. i've asked him numerous times to kindly turn his amp down. i've even suggested he get those sound absorbing foam tiles to put on his wall, he said he'll look into it... yet i still hear him loudly sucking on guitar playing awful ska riffs and shitty covers of Sublime bullshit all day. he's fucking terrible. i can't take it anymore. i can hear him right now. its 11 at night and i have work in the morning. if he doesnt call it a day in the next 10 minutes i'm going over there, knock on his door, and when he answers i'll stab him in the neck with a rusty kitchen knife. i'll update this thread from prison in the future. so long guys.

I confess the wife hadnt blown me in nearly a year. Finally gave in and hit up an AMP to get the job done! What a relief. Anyone done the same?

I confess I'm considering cheating on my wife.

A bit (or a lot) of backstory: I've always been very shy and nerdy, not bad looking, but the total antithesis of a ladies' man. My senior year in high-school I was invited to go on a trip to Australia for a youth leadership conference. The trip was supposed to be for people finishing their first year of college, but through a mix-up I was able to go, and my parents thought it would be a good "educational" graduation gift. So I went and witnessed, without partaking, in lots of hook-ups. Our last night there we stayed at a hotel just a few blocks from Sydney's red-light district (King Street). I had a fair bit of extra cash after buying souvenirs for my family, so I was lured to a strip club. I didn't realize prostitution was legal there, and it was only a few minutes before I was lured to a private room and convinced to pay for a BJ. Right before I finished she stopped and asked if I wanted more -- in retrospect a great "marketing" tactic for that line of work. I still had some cash, but not enough - she finally agreed to do the deed, but insisted we had to be quiet or she'd get in trouble for taking such a low sum. So we did. And it was incredibly lousy. She just lay there, shirt on, didn't move a muscle, didn't make a sound. And even though I used a condom, I spent months convinced I had contracted something nasty. I must have had myself tested at clinics at least 3 times.

That was my only even-remotely sexual experience all the way through college. When I started grad school, I met a girl and we started dating -- my first girlfriend, and it didn't come until the age of 22. We quickly started into sex and a few months into it we stopped using a condom because she told me she couldn't get pregnant. Go figure--she did. She was a good Christian girl, and a total pro-lifer, so it shocked me when she was the one who decided to have the abortion. It was a hard time for her - moreso because she had been told by doctors this couldn't happen. That was only 3 months into the relationship.

I kept dating her, and eventually she started pushing me for the bling. I resisted for a long time, because aside from my one misstep in Australia, she was my only partner, and I knew I wanted more. Eventually, though, I convinced myself I could be monogamous with her, and we married about 19 months ago.

She was never petite to begin with, but she also has a problem with weight, she works out like a fiend, and eats healthier than anyone I know but the weight keeps piling on (it's part of the same condition that is supposed to prevent her from getting pregnant), though she has so far kept herself under 200 lbs, she is not skinny. On top of that, my eye has started to stray too, my confidence has gone up a whole lot, and I can see other women who are interested in me.

Since the wedding I've stopped in a few strip clubs and discovered a few that are little more than fronts for brothels. Curiosity also brought me to an AMP, though I only got an HJ, and even then only because the girl seemed so upset that I wasn't going to tip for anything extra.

This has caused me to slowly start squirreling away enough to be able to afford all the "extras" at one of these places. Just recently I met that mark. And there's a weekend coming up where my wife will be out of town. But since I hit that mark suddenly, I'm finding my libido is down, and I don't really want to do it.

I really do love my wife. I'm incredibly worried about the harm it would do if she found out, or if I did catch something. I don't want to have an affair, even an FWB thing because you never know when that other person could send you an incriminating e-mail, text, phone call, or outright try to blackmail me. But I am really sexually frustrated and I really want to experiment with more pussy. I've tried pushing the open-marriage, or swinging thing too, but she's also totally not into that.

So I know motherless is supposed to be a moral-free zone. I don't need anyone preaching to me. What I want to know is guys, (and gals) who have similar situations, what advice do you have?